Should We Divorce?
7

A week passed very quickly. The slender tall graceful woman smiled widely as her feet stepped on her homeland, Indonesia. The black suitcase he dragged raced with his footsteps wrapped in black sneakers docked with world-famous brands. Sunglasses perched on his nose that contrasted sharply with his red lips.

His straight long hair swayed as the move widened. The short cut of the black dress wrapped in a dark blue denim jacket showcased its perfectly smooth legs. He was really looking forward to welcoming the man in front of him who was waiting for him with a big smile.

"Welcome back, Sweetheart." Ares poked a bouquet of pink and white roses in front of the woman.

The woman could not hide the happy hue from her face. His sunglasses he put up on his hair, and his beautiful eyes really sparkled.

"Do you miss me?" With a blink of one eye, Ares spread out his hands.

The woman didn't wait long to jump in Ares' arms. Squeezing the navy blue shirt the man used to channel his unbearable yearning. His smile was a free porridge, making Ares happy while stroking the beautiful hair of the woman.

"I miss." His whisper was spoiled in Ares' ear.

Ares chuckled softly as he peeked at the woman's cheek at a glance. "Me too."

The woman took off her arms but her hands were still at home perched on both shoulders of Ares. Similarly, Ares who looks comfortable clutching two sides of the woman's slender waist.

"I don't think you're gonna make a promise to pick me up."

"Have I ever kept my word to you?"

"You can't be contacted. That's why I'm really hopeless and intend to return to Singapore."

"Intentionally sprain you." Gurau Ares chuckled.

The woman chuckled small. "Emang ternyebelin people already work like that? Make a sniffle of the mulu."

"What matters is that I'm here now. Same with you."

"Ares amused," protested the woman as Ares' thumb played on her waist. "Why isn't his habit common? It tickles me."

"You too. Still tickled when I tickled."

"Yes the name is also amused, where can be detained?"

"That which cannot be held is longing, not amused."

The woman's index finger landed on Ares' lips. "That can't be held back is sealing my body. Selonjoran cepet. Yuk is home. I'm tired. Oh yes, my mother, bring my suitcase. Thanks." Thanks."

Ares's slow weirdness made the woman giggle amusedly. They walked together with Ares's hands curled possessively around the woman's waist. The footsteps of the two passed away further and further, without realizing there was a camera flash that was still lurking from behind.

• • • • •

Ares came out of the bathroom in a much fresher state. Her hair was slightly wet, and her face was brightly radiant. The man walked to his bed and sat next to his wife who was reading a magazine.

"Dear to make tea." Pinta Ares straightened her hair back.

"You're a habit of asking him at this hour. Males. Tomorrow it's all." Serena is still focusing on her magazine.

Again Ares was only able to throw a slow breath. He desperately swallowed the frustration again. For diversion, he grabbed his phone on the nightstand. Open the light green message application.

How's apartment?

Convenient no?